An ode to the skies


You paint your curtains
In crimson splinters of the sun;
Streaks of greying blinds
Creep across your torso
In desolate glory.

Your canvas stretches wide
and clear,
Paying little attention to the artist
That breathes untamed colours
From his palette
Into your lungs.

You play vividly with tiny
Insignificant creatures that
Swoop in skilled patterns
Amidst your passages
That reek (now) of obnoxious gases.

You whisper your identity intimately
Into the mediocre waves of the oceans;
That reflect your inscrutable
Splendour in every drop
That lies awake in its belly.

The ladder to the golden gates of heaven dwell
In the eternity of your realm;
The rungs of which  I shall
Climb with every ounce of energy that I may muster.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. 124sankha8aditya421
    Sep 26, 2017 @ 22:33:51

    The last paragraph shows to me something beautiful and unexpected, set against the vastness and might of the sky – an infinite ladder rising from the horizon and your determination to take each moment as a fresh wonder, to feel it, and to live.
    It was like you were saying, “Of course the possibilities are infinite! And perhaps our decisions bear little weight in the long run. But, that doesn’t mean we stop participating in our lives.”

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